Precisely, my dear…

Bear is black and white. Very practical and logical. Enter Mr. Spock. Me – not so much. Enter everyone else all mixed together.

So, we were in the car not so long ago and he asks me what time it is. And, it goes a little something like this…

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Bear: What time is it?

Mom: 9:30Bear: but the clock says 9:28Mom: Well, honey that’s the same thingBear: I don’t get itMom: Well, 9:28 and 9:30 are about the same time –
sometimes people round off the timeBear: I still don’t get itMom: Wait a minute, if you can see the clock, why are you asking me what time it is? And, FYI, now it really is 9:30.

Clearly, Bear is from Mars and Mom is from Venus. And, no, I did not bother explaining that the clock probably really isn’t set to the exact time anyway – can you imagine the fallout from that one?